If god gave you dollars
God gave you freckles on your face
That makes a sign of apathy
So which way the sun sets
Cause I might require helping hands
I recall our lungs are neccessary
Sick and sunk our poaching song career
Is this a chance to get away
Lead the launch for opportunity
Either way we're waiting, waiting
So pull your finger out boy
And look out for anywhere but here
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Four empty pockets
Three forces breathing down my neck
Two months to re-evaluate
Shake, shake the twenties
Run, run, run, run away from mankind
City lights are high on misary

Hell spews out some scumbag's littering
This used to be a good place
Pretty face and everythign was great
Swelling education

I may be overacting
In my head I swear this town is dead